His penis, still mostly hard, followed, splitting the tight lips he had gazed at, and scraping across Mandy's clitty in a stroke that only lasted half...a second before his knees skidded on the deck painfully.In that half second, though, Mandy's hypersensitive brain, bolstered both by sexual hormones and the sudden introduction of adrenaline, registered a plethora of sensations. There was the smell of Uncle Bob, unique in its own way, as well as the heavy overlay of the odor of what had come. I heard her refer to it as her "fat ass" several times, but to me it was perfect. It protruded just enough to create a nicely curved, bisected mound that jiggled slightly when she walked. She also had two small dimples just above her bathing suit bottom on her lower back -- beautiful. I tried so hard on so many occasions to get a peek down her bikini top to see her nipples, but her tits were large enough to easily fill the top, leaving no chance for a gap. On a few occasions, we were sitting. “Wait, so... I’ll be alone with her? Completely?” He asked meekly, looking up at her in the mirror's reflection, his dark doe-like eyes wide. Joanna smirked some and nodded, eying him back, “Yeah I guess so? And don’t be so nervous Casey! You’ve done this what? Eight, nine times now?”“This will be the eleventh…” He replied softly and Joanna snorted out a little laugh.“Keeping count?” She asked smugly, clearly bemused, his gaze meeting hers only briefly in the reflection of the mirror before he. Nodding, I guess it was its head, the vision went out; damn I still had too many holes in my memory! Though I knew what events had happened in my time I still couldn't see the faces all that clear, this was bad. If I couldn't spot the enemy I might as well walk out in the street and let them shoot me. From the little I'd heard as I was starting to fade I also knew that the men that had come after me weren't expecting to return.Sighing, I knew they were out to kill me; my bio-signature was the.